Jim Milks

Freedom Of The Flame - Poem by Jim Milks

Standing before all of those that have done her wrongshe screams to the writhing throng'to you that have not thought me strong'

She tears into her chest pulling out her still beating heart she shows it to the assembled guest'This was to much trouble from the start'

Tossed upon the funeral pyreher once beating heart slows and begins to smolderand as the flames climb higher and higherand she grows bolder

' Is this what you want, is this our desire'tossed upon the funeral pyrefirst goes one then the anothertheir bodies threaten to smotherwith each body tossed her laughter comesand as each succumbsshe feels her burden lift and she becomes